A tiny little introduction to the (white) American Exeperience and the Music of Lana Del Rey.

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 The (white) American Experience and the Music of Lana Del Rey

One of my favorite things about her stuff is the very clever (blink and you’ll miss it clever. Subtle is best.) way she speaks quite self-disparagingly but in this completely meta way.   Great example – from Gods and Monsters

 In the land of Gods and Monsters

I was an angel
Looking to get fucked hard
Like a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer
Life imitates art


She is like the Tyler Durden of white chick music.  She speaks to the worst parts of our nature.  She talks about things we feel but do not speak of, Wants Suppressed.  This will get me shot but her music, at times, is like you went to the Cozmik Bartender and saidHey, lover pour me a glass of your finest Sylvia Plath,  light on the madness.”   Not in terms of quality or depth but speaking purely in terms of it’s pure confessional quality.
I'm pretty sure Del Rey is that weird girl (not me, the other one)  that always turns up at your Plath society meetings, scribbling furiously but never speaking. Everywhere, all the time, that’s her. 

But here in America, elevating trash to art form is something we do so much, that well, we’ve kind of made an actual art out of it.  Popular culture is world culture but Pop culture is 'Merica.   We’re Team Trainwreck[1].  Stop fighting it, accept.

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[1] Got my little red party dress on Everybody knows that I'm the best I'm crazy Get a little bit of Bourbon in 'ya Get a little bit suburban And go crazy – cruel world

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